poems One night only November 3, 2013by heather anne We sat and swallowed knives, our private carnival trick. Entrance fee: the hope in our hearts. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
This is brilliant!
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